They use the kitchenette in Gaelio's assigned quarters, the sink water running soothingly over his bare hands. His soiled gloves rest on the counter, set aside to be cleaned at another juncture. Gaelio brushes off the excess water from his hands, then bows his head to run his wet fingers through his hair.

"Exactly. Shouldn't a ship this big have a more symbolic name?" he says, though his tone is light and indication that he doesn't think too much of the topic. It's something to fill in the silence while they do a minimal wash-up. "Though it's still a little hard to believe that a ship could be so massive. Nothing back home compares."

Once his hair has been sufficiently worked through, and his face splashed with some more clean water, Gaelio peels away from the sink to head to the bedroom.

"I'm going to change. Make yourself at home."